The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

A feeling of shame and anger surged up. Ding Hong was already on the verge of a rage, but he miraculously controlled himself, neither getting angry nor retorting. This was because he knew An Yi very well: she was so sharp and merciless, even though she was kind to others, just to force him to let go.

No! I won't fall for it!

Ding Hong was determined to win and decided to use his trump card. His business philosophy was: if you are stepped on by your opponent, the first thing to do is to drag the opponent with you, and then find a solution. The best option is to step on the opponent and stand up. As for An Yi, he only wanted to keep her, whether she was standing or lying on the ground. He wanted to keep her, even if he had to use all means.

An Yi was surprised that she did not see the bloody storm on Ding Hong's face as expected, but instead saw him smiling at her... An Yi shuddered all over. Then she heard Ding Hong speak:

"Don't overstate your words. The time limit written in the agreement is one week. From Sunday afternoon to tomorrow noon, that's five days, so we still have two days..."

"Wait! What nonsense are you talking about! Two days? Where do the two days come from? Tomorrow... no, it's already past midnight. So today, today it's over between us!" An Yi was shocked by Ding Hong's words.

"You remembered it wrong. It's okay. I have a photo of our agreement on my phone. It clearly states that it's one week. A week is seven days. This is basic common sense."

"It was written on the agreement that it was Friday. I remember it clearly. It was written on Friday!"

"It's written on Friday. You can go home at noon on Friday, but there are seven days in a week. When do you plan to continue on the remaining two days? My idea is that on Sunday afternoon I will..."

"Where's the agreement? Where's the photo?" An Yi was terrified and raised her voice unconsciously, attracting people walking nearby to look at them. An Yi didn't care about it at all. She slapped her forehead and picked up her phone: "No need to look at yours, I took photos too." She said while searching.

I don't know how long it took, or maybe not that long, but An Yi felt that her legs, body, and even her brain were numb. Yes, her brain was not only numb, but also stupid, stupid!

How could she not notice the word "week"! She was clinging to the time of going home on Friday, and her mind was full of Sunday to Friday, Sunday to Friday... How could she forget that it was just a week, not a week? !

"Can we sit down first?" Ding Hong asked worriedly.

Yes, I should have asked her to sit down before discussing the date! He knew that she would be angry, and he knew that the timing was not right. He did the right thing by holding her back, but he should have found a softer topic as a starting point. He thought he would not regret it, but he regretted it again.

He wanted to help her, but there was a bench a few steps away, but he didn't dare. It seemed that she didn't hear what he said just now, but he had repeated it twice, and he didn't dare to say it again. A deep sense of frustration swept over him, and Ding Hong was not used to it. He had never been a person who did things upside down, but An Yi had broken his principles time and time again, and he lost his composure time and time again.

Here, An Yi has slowly recovered. She took a deep breath and tried to make her tone as normal as possible: "I can't get along with someone who tries every way to scheme against me. I'm fed up with your traps and manipulation!" At the end, her voice rose uncontrollably again.

"It's just two extra days. After all, we signed the agreement."

"Agreement?" An Yi sneered: "Does it have any legal effect? ​​If so, you can use it to sue me!"

A dishonest businessman is like this: if you talk to him about the law, he will play rogue with you; if you play rogue, he will start to talk to you about the law again. It was obviously he who illegally detained me first, but now he is reminding me to abide by the law. How ridiculous, how shameless!

No more pointless arguments, just turn around and leave peacefully.

Seeing that the agreement was not working, Ding Hong didn't care about his guilt and hurried a few steps to block the way: "Yes, I can't sue you. It's not fair for me to force you to stay, but aren't all my arrangements for the past few days of no benefit to you? Do you really not need it?"

"Yes, I don't need it!"

"No! An Yi, you need it. You need it if you want to save your life!" Ding Hong was also angry, and at the same time blocked An Yi with his body again.

"Save your life? Do you think you are the savior? Arrogant!" An Yi turned to walk to the other side, but failed again. Without touching her, he was able to quickly block the angle. She didn't expect that her boss had the talent to be a defensive player.

"Can you explain the scars on your body?"

An Yi's pupils shrank when she heard that, but how could she admit it: "What injury? I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go!"

"Scratches, a lot of scratches. There are some on the arms and legs. An Yi, why? Can you tell me the reason?" Ding Hong looked straight into An Yi's eyes. He wanted to know the answer.

"How did you..." How did you know? Such a secret place! An Yi was shocked, but still held on to a glimmer of hope to cover up: "I was bitten by a mosquito, is it illegal to scratch it a few times?"

"An Yi, you are harming yourself. Do you know how serious this is? How long has it been going on?"

"Don't scare me! What do you know about self-harm?"

"I understand." Ding Hong said very seriously, and at the same time he lifted up his long sleeves and stretched his arms directly in front of An Yi: "Because I have done it too."

This made An Yi stunned, and he couldn't help but look in the direction Ding Hong said. The street lights by the lake were soft and dim, but An Yi still saw some small, shallow marks on the arm that was so close.

"It was burned by a cigarette butt." Ding Hong then showed An Yi his other arm. "At the time, I was studying abroad and had mental problems with emotional disorders. I relied on drunkenness to numb myself every day. Fighting was a minor problem. I was hospitalized several times due to alcohol poisoning. This attracted the attention of my family, who sent Uncle Han to clean up the mess for me and then escorted me for treatment."

An Yi was already dumbfounded by his boss's words. Ding Hong rubbed the scars with his hands, recalling the youthful years that were unbearable but belonged to him: "Being drunk doesn't bring me pleasure, but only numbness. But it's not bad for me. Later, I became addicted to watching the sizzling sound of cigarette butts twisted on my skin and the small blue smoke rising. The burn marks are like stamps I made for myself.

Later, Uncle Han and the psychologist asked me if it hurt. Sometimes it hurt, sometimes it didn't. But it helped me judge whether I had drunk enough alcohol that day. It was interesting, although I couldn't judge it accurately as time went on. I didn't know whether my alcohol tolerance had increased or I had gradually lost the ability to feel pain. So I increased the intensity of the burns, not only on my arms, but also on my legs.

When Uncle Han found me, the burns scared him so much that he looked for burn medicine everywhere and even sent several batches of ointment from China by private plane. To be honest, the Chinese medicine secret recipes passed down by our ancestors are the most useful, but there are still some faint marks on my skin forever. Have you noticed that I always wear long clothes and long pants when facing you? I am afraid that the male employees will recognize these marks and damage the glorious image of me as a boss. "

Ding Hong finished the long explanation in one breath, pausing to give himself and An Yi a break. After a moment, he asked faintly, "So I am qualified to ask you: Why did you do that? What is the reason? Tell me, I am the one who can truly understand you."

An Yi stared at Ding Hong blankly, as if she was meeting him for the first time. After a while, she lowered her eyes and shook her head gently.

Ding Hong gestured for them to sit on the bench a few steps away. An Yi did not refuse because her legs were a little weak from standing.

"Do you drink?" Ding Hong started psychological counseling mode.

An Yi shook his head.

"Your mind is too confused, do you want to clear your mind?"

An Yi shook his head again.

"Hate yourself, punish yourself?" Ding Hong did not show any impatience, and guided An Yi to speak sentence by sentence.

An Yi still shook his head.

"Could it be that you like the pain? And you're becoming more and more addicted to it?"

An Yi shook her head, and shook her head again. But this time she finally spoke, although it was as quiet as a mosquito: "I can't tell whether I am awake or asleep. People say that you don't feel pain in dreams, so..."

"So you scratch yourself and gauge your status by whether it hurts?"

Seeing An Yi nod, Ding Hong's heart shrank into a ball, and he asked softly: "Does it hurt a lot? It hurts every time, right?" After asking this, Ding Hong's heart ached again, and he couldn't help but reach out and grab the front of his shirt, as if this could protect his heart that was about to be broken.

"It hurts... well, it's weird sometimes, I don't feel anything when I grab it, but I feel it after a while. It's weird, so I'll try again until my hand and the pain can be synchronized."

"Because of lack of sleep." Ding Hong made a judgment: "You sleep too little every day. This is not good. If you continue for a long time, it will use up all your body's energy and you will die. For the sake of your family and your daughter, An Yi needs my help. I will help you improve your sleep. Agree, don't be willful."

Death? That's really alarmist. An Yi didn't care: "Time will dilute everything, I will adjust."

"You can't do it yourself, don't overestimate yourself. Also, you hide all your emotions so deeply, how can time help you dilute them? It can't even find your pain!"

Ding Hong stood up, came to An Yi and squatted down, staring at her dazed eyes very seriously: "Do you know how I know you are injured?"

An Yi was confused and didn't know.

"The person who claimed to be the manager of the SPA center was actually a psychological counselor. She said that many people with mental illnesses would harm their bodies, so in addition to verbal inquiries, paying attention to the physical condition of the patients was also an important part of her job."

"Ding Hong, you must be so excessive! Do you treat me as a human being? Why do you treat me so unscrupulously? Will exposing all my shortcomings make you happy?"

"Unbearable, what do you mean unbearable? It's just a divorce. Your ex-husband made the mistake. If there is anything unbearable, it is his. It has nothing to do with you! It is because of your wrong idea that you torture yourself endlessly! You keep saying that you care about your daughter, but if you really care about your daughter, you should take good care of yourself! Fever, low blood pressure, low blood sugar, and insufficient blood supply to the brain. You have actually started to hurt yourself! Can you give yourself a way to live?" Ding Hong couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed An Yi's shoulders with both hands and shook her, trying to wake her up.

"I had a fever because I worked overtime for you, a capitalist. When did I have low blood sugar? Wasn't it because you made me angry? Staying away from you is my only way to survive!"

An Yi struggled to free herself from Ding Hong's grip on her shoulders, stood up, and wanted to leave. Her mind was in a mess, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Ding Hong pulled An Yi back and stopped her from running away: "Working overtime can cause fever, and being angry can cause hypoglycemia. Do you blame me for your poor physical condition? Let's solve your sleep problem first. Are the projects I arranged these days really of no use to you?"

"I'm sorry I'm not blessed enough to enjoy the benefits of money!"